" How 'v vif?" he asks as well as he can for the tacks.

"Little higher. 0h, not so much. Down a little. Whope! that's. . . . 0h, plague take the firemen! Just look at that! Mercy!Mercy!"

The man of the home can't turn his head.

"0h, I wouldn't have had it happen for I don't know what! Ts! Ts!Ts! That lovely goldleaf geranium that Mrs. Pritchard give mea slip of. Broke right off! 0h, my! My! My! Do you s'pose it'dgrow if I was to stick it into the ground just as it is with all thembuds on it?"